In the woods of Poconic there once roamed a very discontented
Porcupine. He was forever fretting. He complained that everything was
wrong, till it was perfectly scandalous and the Great Spirit, getting
tired of his grumbling, said:
“You and the world I have made don’t seem to fit. One or the other
must be wrong. It is easier to change you. You don’t like the trees,
you are unhappy on the ground, and think everything is upside down,
so I’ll turn you inside out and put you in the water.”
This was the origin of the Shad.
After Manitou had turned the old Porcupine into a Shad the young ones
missed their mother and crawled up into a high tree to look for her
coming. Manitou happened to pass that way and they all chattered
their teeth at him, thinking themselves safe. They were not wicked,
only ill-trained, some of them, indeed, were at heart quite good,
but, oh, so ill-trained, and they chattered and groaned as Manitou
came nearer. Remembering then that he had taken their mother from
them, he said, “You look very well up there, you little Porkys, so
you had better stay there for always, and be part of the tree.”
This was the origin of the chestnut burrs. They hang like a lot
of little porcupines on the tree-crotches. They are spiny, and
dangerous, utterly without manners and yet most of them have a good
little heart inside.